This is a quest.

A contrast of emotions. Thousands in occurence. A trace of restlessness. The desolation in a room full of students chirping like birds. Trying to hide his pen and notebook, he does not want to be center of any attention. He just wants to be at peace. He's a battle with himself. A matter of odds, a game of feelings and empathy. He does not belong here; not in this chaos of emotions; not amidst this war; not drowning in this state of detachment. A friend talking to him, but the words aren't just getting into his ears. He isn't really focused, is he? He is somewhere else. His mind is somewhere else; a place where only the privileged ones can go; a place where only he and the peace he deserves exists.